Between light and shadow

people

Urban light

Structured spaces

The walls III

  

  Elytis Odysseus poetry

 “BURNISHED DAY,
CONCH OF THE VOICE…” 

Burnished day, conch of the voice that fashioned me
Naked, to step through my perpetual Sundays
Between the shores’ cries of welcome,
Let your wind, known for the first time, blow freely
Unfold a lawn of tenderness
Where the sun can roll his head
Can enflame the poppies with his kiss
Poppies nourished by men so fine
That the sole mark on their bare chests
Is the blood of defiance that annuls sorrow
And attains the remembrance of liberty.

I spoke of love, of the rose’s health, of the ray
That by itself goes straight to the heart,
Of Greece that steps so surely on the sea
Greece that carries me always
Among naked snow-crowned mountains.

I give my hand to justice
Diaphanous fountain, sublimest spring,
My sky is deep and changeless
All I love is incessantly reborn
All I love is always at its beginning.

(Translation: Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. From: Sun the first)

 see also ''The walls I, II''  http://wwwplan-sequence.blogspot.gr/2011/09/blog-post_24.html

The walls II

George Seferis poetry
Mythistorema 23
A little farther
we will see the almond trees blossoming
the marble gleaming in the sun
the sea breaking into waves

a little farther,
let us rise a little higher.

(translated by Bob Newman) ( I found it from http://genesis.ee.auth.gr/dimakis/poetry.html )
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Μυθιστόρημα ΚΓ'
Λίγο ακόμα
θα ιδούμε τις αμυγδαλιές ν' ανθίζουν
τα μάρμαρα να λάμπουν στον ήλιο
τη θάλασσα να κυματίζει

λίγο ακόμα,
να σηκωθούμε λίγο ψηλότερα

see also ''the walls I '' http://wwwplan-sequence.blogspot.gr/2011/09/blog-post_24.html